Loco, cu urechile sale de bumbac lungi de jumatate de kilometru, ochii sai dulci, a caror bolti negre iti scaldau sufletul intr-o caldura cristalina, cu labele sale scurte, scrurte, care ii atribuiau o eleganta zapacita, te privea si se scutura de praful jucaus, lasat de urma grea a timpului. O astfel de intruchipare a fidelitatii ti-a crispat inima si lacrimi amare ti-au strabatut obrazul de marmura, caci microscopucul Loco trebuia sa plece...
Si totusi coada lui stangace, in departare, iti flutura de adio si un schelalait tragic iti distruse inima de cristal, caci Loco a plecat!
Loco, with it long as a half of a killometer cotton ears, with it sweet eyes, what it black arches are bathind your soul in a crystalline warmth, with it short foots, what give it a confused elegance, it looks and shakes of playful dust, what was leaved of the hard time's shadow. As embodiment of fidelity was writhing your heart and the bitter tears are crossing your face, because Loco will must leave your...
However it clumsy tail wave of buy and it sad yelping was distructing your cristall heart. Loco leave your!
